Food Confession Time.
After many months of being “good,” eating fresh fruits and veg, lean meats, cooking at home, whole grains, very little eating out, down 35+ pounds, I began to have a taste for a big greasy burger. Last night was particularly busy for us with each family member going a different direction and my son not even eating at home. Ken agreed that after our daughter’s piano lesson he would pick up some burgers. It was going to be a big, decadent treat, and then we’d get back on track today. I called the local big box chain to place the order. Yum. I couldn’t wait.
I should have waited. No, I should have stopped at the impulse to order.
Neither of us finished our burger, yet in an hour we were both uncomfortable. This wasn’t like food poisoning or anything, just bloated, nausea, tongue felt like I’d sucked on a salt lick (why is it that the primary seasoning in big box chains is sodium???) illness.
Couple that with the fact that BOTH Ken and I weighed in this morning 2lbs. heavier than yesterday. Both of us.
I guess this cured my need for a big juicy burger that wasn’t cooked on a home grill. Blech.
Tonight for supper, we had rice with junk: shrimp, jasmine rice, edamame, homemade peanut sauce.
My body feels much better.
